A break up

Last Sunday, I broke up with Emily. I didn’t want to do it, but she put me in a position where I didn’t have any choice. She’s an awesome girl, really cute, likes video games and science, and seems to put up with me pretty well. We even had really good chemistry.

However, now that she’s living in College Park, it’s basically impossible to keep in touch or see each other. College Park isn’t really that far away, so when she said she was moving back there for the semester, it seemed like we could work things out. “I come home on the train almost every weekend,” she told me.

But after she moved, things started getting complicated. She wasn’t answering her phone most of the time when I called and our messages were sporadic. I admit, I could have been more attentive, calling back more often or messaging when I had the chance, but it just seemed weird that she wasn’t answering my calls.

There was also the issue of her manic / depressive episodes. She had told Daniel about this, but hadn’t told me at all, but it was obvious that it was affecting our relationship. One day, we would be on the phone and she would be cheery and happy. The next, she wouldn’t answer my calls, she would mope on Facebook chat and say how much she missed me, and then complain later that we never talk anymore.

Five times since she moved back, she canceled plans, too. We were going to hang out the first weekend she moved in – a silly idea, I guess, considering how busy she’d be – and it didn’t work out. Then, I was going to the beach and invited her along. She initially said yes, then changed her mind later. The weekend after, she was coming back for a friend’s going away party. We decided to meet at the party, then go to the Renn fest the next day. The party was ok, but she didn’t want to go to Renn Fest and went back to CP early. Two weeks later, she was supposed to come to the football game with me, but canceled two days before at 1 a.m. while we were hanging out with her cousin, drinking. Finally, last weekend, I was supposed to go down and visit her on Sunday.

I was waiting around that afternoon for her to tell me what time to drop by when she texted me to say she was too busy. I could have gone sail, explored the city, visited a museum – just generally enjoyed my day off – but instead I wasted it for plans that never materialized. Lame. So, as nicely as I could, I said we should break up.

Reading this, maybe you’re thinking ‘it’s obvious she wasn’t to break up a long time ago.’ Maybe so, but she didn’t make it seem that way when we talked. *sigh* I’ll definitely miss her. :/ Hard to find someone awesome like that at this age.

But alas, c’est la vie. Here’s to new adventures!